wut i do

u may or mayen't wunder wut i do wid miself all day.

well ... dis iz pretty much it.

i sit on da windowsill an look owt into da grate owtdoorz.

remember wen i wuz a younger boycat an ran arownd owtside?

doze dayz are gone, brudderz an sistahz.

i don't know how it happened ... it musta had sumthin to do wid dat stoopid kitten, joba.

speekin uv hoom, he pretty much stayz owtside ... even in da freezin cold.

mi mom triez to  invite him into da howse, much to mi personal dismay, but he preferz da cold ...  i think it'z becuz he iz protectin us frum  da raccoonz dat surrownd us at all timez.

...

speekin uv timez ...

sumone asked me if i wuz goin to timez skware wid mi old frend, reebok da grate dis yeer.

i am sorry to say dat reebok an i hav not been in touch az uv  late.

it'z funny how doze thingz happen.

i miss him.

da end.